14. They projectile vomit on people they don’t like

15. Once

While traveling in North Africa, I rode a camel. I got on it, and it raised up and stopped, and I thought it was all the way up, so I took my arms off its reins. Then it kept going up like a weird meat elevator making two stops. I rocked forward and my head hit the camel’s back. Later, I heard the camel and a Bedouin man laughing at me.

That night, as a thousand frigid stars stabbed through the clear cold sky, I realized I would never understand the desert.